Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.